Realistic or Modern Cities Never Sleep

floralmoon · Jul 29, 2022

abigail hargreaves

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Mood Why did I agree to this?

Location Joplin Assembly Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses

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Joshua - weldherwings Max - Chimney Swift

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Rain spat out of the sky, pouring down onto the windows of the Hargreaves' home, it threatened to break through the glass that was separating the dry indoors from the wet outside. Abigail looked out into the storm and sighed, things were not going to be letting up any time soon, but she made a promise to Joshua. She wasn't one to break promises, a lot of people look at her as being childish for still using promises and pinky promises, but that didn't stop her from continuing to make them. Attending church wasn't really something that was typical in her household, but it was the only thing that could be done to pay Joshua back for throwing up on his shoes during the Fourth.

Continuing to get ready, the girl wanted to make sure her outfit was church appropriate, there was no way that her first impression towards anyone's family was going to be that she was disrespectful. Once the clothing was laid out onto her bed, she made her way to the bathroom to start doing her makeup. She decided to go with something more simple, just a small wing of eyeliner, a swipe of mascara, and a nude lip. This seemed more than appropriate, and the closest to having no makeup as possible without actually being bare faced.

Once prepared for the bible study, Abigail made her way downstairs, donning a tan skirt with a white flowy top. Her parents faces were full of concern as they see her descend from the stairs, "Abby-bear, there is a hurricane coming our way, what are you doing going out?" Her mother, Mary-Anne, spoke up, as she turned her attention to the pouring rain. Her daughter shook her head at the disappointed mother sitting on the couch in the living room, watching the news to keep up with the storm. "I promised a friend I would come to his bible study tonight, and I don't bre-" Before the rest of the sentence could be finished, her mother spoke up again, "Break promises, we know..." A sigh escaped her lips and she continued, "Just be very, very careful out there."

Abigail rushed to her car and then careful made her way to the church, although she has driven past it multiple times, there was no way to actually understand the sheer size of it until you were in the parking lot. The girl found a place to park as close to the building as possible to avoid getting absolutely drenched, her purse gets slung over her shoulder, then one hand was placed on the door handle. Bracing herself for impact, the door flies open, her umbrella springs out over top of her, and she books it to the front door. Only after a few steps though, her umbrella flew out of her hands and down the street, it was no use, it was a goner. Abigail's journey continued to the church, and right before a huge gust of wind, she finally had made it inside.

Once inside, she started to try and dry off, her whole outfit was soaked and clinging onto every inch of her body. It was embarrassing to show up to a church looking like this, but maybe they would be more understanding due to the situation outside. She tried to dry off as best as she could before entering into the crowd who had arrived at the church as a sanctuary from the storm. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for Joshua, as soon as she started to give up hope, she spotted him.

Picking up her pace, Abigail bobbed and weaved throughout the sea of people, making her way towards Josh, who was standing with two other people, a young girl and someone who looked like.. Max? She noticed that the boy she was walking towards had started signing, so it had to have been Max. She grinned as she walked up to the small group. Her hands come up into a speedy, "Hello, Max, good to see you!" something that she had a lot of practice in learning as the two had known each other from previous trips to the hospital. Her head then turned towards Joshua and she smiled at him too, "And it's good to see you as well, Josh. I'm sorry about my appearance. It's really coming down out there."

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Chimney Swift · Jul 29, 2022

Max

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home (filler tab)
mood

awkward

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outfit
click

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location

Kingdom Hall

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interactions

Mary, Josh, Abby

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tags

weldherwings floralmoon

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home (filler tab)

Max was a bit surprised when his friend Mary answered the door of the assembly hall. He still didn’t know what kind of a place this actually was, but seeing her there calmed his nerves instantly. Mary was in the same grade as him at school, and one of his few friends who had competent ASL knowledge, so they ended up talking a lot between classes.

“Mary, hi!”

He greeted her with the shortened name sign he’d given her forever ago, smiling warmly.

“Sorry to just show up like this. My parents said this place was… less flooded.”

His friendly smile faded to a shy, almost sheepish one as he indicated the rising flood that was currently eating up his apartment. He never liked admitting it when he and his family were struggling, though this year the struggle had been almost nonstop.

“Is it alright if I stay for a bit?”

Luckily, Mary seemed thrilled to have him here, leading him right on inside to meet her older brother. Was her whole family here? Max had no idea. He waved to Joshua, still a bit awkward but polite as always.
Joshua was cute.
Max tried to pretend not to notice, but within a few seconds, Max couldn’t help but see the way the rain made Joshua’s pants cling to his figure and instantly felt himself starting to panic. He practically had to force his eyes up not to look.
Oh no.

“Hi, I’m Joshua.” The older boy spelled his name out painstakingly, as if the letters were a bit unfamiliar to him. His signing wasn’t quite as fluid as his sister’s but Max could still understand well.

“I’m Max. Hi. Sorry about the… you know.”

Max was tripping over his words, leaving his sentences hanging in midair unfinished. He didn't even know what he was apologizing for right now.
“Would you like something warm to drink?”

“Oh! Yeah… Thanks.”

Max responded, grateful for the offer. A hot drink seemed perfect right about now, actually. Max smiled, but once he felt heat creep onto his face fell and he froze.
No. No no no, don’t blush. Don’t blush. Don’t–
The embarrassment only exacerbated the effect.
Great.
Now he thinks you’re a weirdo.
Or a creep.
Way to go, Max.

Just when he felt like he was about to crumble into dust from social humiliation, someone showed up to save him. His beloved hospital friend, Abby, drenched from the rain, her clothes soaked and makeup slightly smeared. Had she walked here?

"Abby!"

Max would’ve hugged her right then and there, but he held back, too nervous to initiate a gesture of affection that might be rejected. Instead, he offered her a nervous high-five.

“What's up? So, I, uh...

Max was incredibly desperate to keep the conversation moving. His hand circled, looking for the right way to phrase his question without seeming awkward or creepy.

"What is this place? Do you guys come here often?

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doedeer · Jul 30, 2022

Jane Anaise Müller

♫ got ur number - ayesha erotica ♫
mood: happy, eager
outfit: click
(yes she was wearing those socks at work today)
location: her house in foxglove
interactions: n/a open!!!!!
mentions: n/a

the afternoon of july the 18th was seemingly just another day for jane. she’d get off work at the dress barn around 1pm, decompress with a drive-thru starbucks run and get home to desperately drown out yet another frustrating day working for the man. except this man was a 40 something, wide-eyed loudmouth with a bieber swoop and fake designer ensemble–her manager–humuorosuly enough–carynne. one more day at the dress barn might have her commit a homicide, she swore. enough of that though. the work day was done and she wasn’t scheduled again until the 25th due to storefront renovations. perhaps she’d never even come in again.
…

that’s it. THAT'S IT!

“I’M NEVER COMING IN AGAIN!!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping atop the burgandy couches in her living room in an exuberant fit, stripping away her ugly work uniform until she was practically naked. leave it up to jane to express herself with such passion.

–goes to show exactly how much she truly dreaded that cursed job.

finally falling onto the cusions with a light-headed grin flushed over her face, she sighed to herself in satisfaction. now with ruffled hair and disheveled work uniform in pieces all over the floor, she popped back up. time to text everyone i know. a party must be in order for this victory.

jane knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to quit her job so suddenly. she’d have to find another soon and with no guarantee for one yet, most people would be anxious over the ordeal. however, the only thing that kept jane from quitting in the first place was a sense of responsibility and maturity that hung over her head like a rainstorm.

it was about time she stopped letting the pressures of turning twenty-one affect her lifestyle. she’d always lived on the whims of aimless pleasures. it was how she was raised. –how she watched her mom lived all these years. ever since georgina had passed, she’d been intermittent with trying to suppress that way of thinking but she knew it’d always be a part of her somehow.

looking down at her cracked phone screen, the deed was done. texts to all her friends--an invitation for those who’d receive it (including their plus-ones) littered with heart-shaped emoticons and requests to bring a singular item to share amongst the other party goers.

clapping her hands together and closing her eyes, she offered a quick prayer of gratitude to buddha for her awakening.

"alright enough of that!"--already reaching for the bluetooth speaker and blasting music from her party playlist.

jane waltzed into her kitchen, looking through the cabinets for alcoholic beverages. no need for any red solo cups–she had enough of a random assortment of thrift store mugs and cups that’d suffice. speaker: yup, check. half bottle of tequila: check. full bottle of unopened tito’s for the vodka enjoyers? check. chips and salsa: sort of check. random bag of candies and chocolates: definitely check!--popping a raspberry drop in her mouth. hopefully, the others could decide what other party favors or snacks they wanted to bring. if not? the store was right around the corner for a quick run.

lovely! hopefully it's not too late notice...

suddenly a gust of wind and light water shot through the window above the sink, causing a shudder in a barely-clothed jane. “jesus!” she exclaimed, scrambling to close the window–not before peering out at the sky. it was looking especially grey her entire shift, but the clouds in the air were dark–the pitter patter of rain appearing out of nowhere.

hmm.. weird i don’t remember hearing about rain today.
no matter! everyone can get warm and toasty at the crib while we party. hehe.

she smiled to herself, turning around and marching into her room to get started on her coordinates for the night–and even more importantly, the party decor!

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erzulie · Jul 30, 2022

mood

chill

location

her apartment

outfit

here

tags

interactions: jodie

Chimney Swift
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serenity

”run me my money.”

Ren ran a hand over her head, feeling the neatly braided cornrows that she had finished not too long again. Her prepping had not taken long at all and she had the very recently passed holiday to thank for that. Her shelves and fridge were stocked with food thanks to the amount of money she’d made just by doing hair. But even so, she had still rushed to the store for some last minute items. Ren had even went as far as to get into a pushing match with some old woman. The bitch had the nerve to try and swipe the can of green beans that Ren was going for. Ren didn’t even like green beans but that's besides the point. She knew that she was having people over so she needed to be prepared.

She had even gotten something for that loud ass bird that Jodie would no doubt bring. And as if sensing that, a sudden curse came from her door. Ren glanced back, grin on her face as she turned and went to answer. “Good, you brought the bird. We’ll have extra food if things turn to shit.” Ren was only half joking, letting Jodie come inside and shutting the door behind her. There were candles and about two battery operated fans at the ready. She had gotten a nice little five finger discount on one of the fans and the candles had been collected over time.

“You can put him on the island or in the living room. I don’t know what the fuck parrots eat so I just got some seeds and fruits and shit.” Ren waved a hand, leading Jodie through the apartment entrance and into the living room. Once inside she plopped down on the couch, sitting crossed legged while watching Jodie. “We’re just waiting on the others to show up. To be honest, I really don’t know why y’all decided to come here but it’s whatever.” She shrugged.

nine lives

doedeer · Jul 30, 2022

Charlie Vodianova

♫ only ones who know - arctic monkeys (rainy edition) ♫
mood: scared, alone, uncertain
outfit: click
location: the roof of her house
interactions: n/a (open!)
mentions:
ash (@tamarapasek)
oli (

Chimney Swift )
dustin @Qwertycakes
drew

doedeer

in this dimlight, walking felt more like wading against. without notice of temperature, a gust of wind to push her back in her descent down the hill with charred ash that flew up every step she took. the pathway looked like it stretched on out forever. flashes of an ominous purple against dark grey skies–some sort of lightning. and most confusing of it all, a shadowy figure at the base of her once aimless destination. to charlie’s understanding, it was mom–speaking with her back turned in soft murmur as if she was conversing with someone in front of her. in that moment of clarity, it’d cause a bedraggled charlie to break into an unwieldy falter–half running, half falling over herself down the blackened hill. by the time the girl was at the base, there was no mom. nor was there any shadowy figure. tossing herself around in circles, she desperately scanned the landscape that was familiarly her own neighborhood. “mom! it’s charlie!...”

“oh, mom….”

tearful eyes met another object in the distance, what is that? ….a turtle? on a skateboard? but it was only a distraction to the immense pressure of something large falling on top of her the second she looked up.

a great gasp transpired from her lungs. with wide eyes and a small round of pants, she’d shoot up from her position on the bed. it was just a dream. there was momentary gratitude felt at that acknowledgement, but it was unfortunately shortlived. when she’d just about gathered her reality together again, it became evident that there were more nightmarish things going on in the real world.

a low tide of water was rather aggressively scouring into her bedroom through the opening at the foot of the door. shocked and confused, she moved with instinctive adrenaline to hop off the bed and gather her belongings into a backpack. throwing on a hooded jacket she’d stolen from her older brother and a pair of cargo jeans, she hopped on one leg trying to fasten her converse that were already getting wet being so close to the door. “drew!! dad!!” she screamed, trying not to panic as she tried to determine whether or not to open the door. she called out their names again–this time even louder and shook her head trying not tear up.

it’s only water. i have no idea what’s going on right now, but it’ll be fine. it’s only water.

she swung the door open and the gush of water quickly became half way up her shin. with one last look behind her, she walked through the flow–forcing the door behind her to close. i hope everything will be okay in there..

where is drew? and dad?

before her was a wet mess of newspaper and shoes floating over about six inches of water. the vodianov household was a tiny one-story house with lackluster roofing and flooring. and more importantly–no where to go in a time of crisis like this. had her family just left her while she napped? she fumbled the buttons on her phone trying to get service to call her brother. there was none. the power was completely rained out.

although it took everything in her not to.. she suppressed the scorching feeling rising up in her throat. there was no time to cry, charlie had to get out of there and fast. the water was rising up higher and higher every second she waited. she waded through it, opening the side door and cringing as she felt the sloshing her shoes and pantlegs were doing against the muddy floor. outside seemed no better. there was no one in sight. just a sea of dark greys and browns–water everywhere. charlie bit her lip and did the only thing her anxiety-ridden mind could fathom doing in that moment: climb the roof–the only place she felt could get her farther away from the water. and fast. if she’d stayed any longer she might have shut down completely. using the last bit of adrenaline she felt she had, charlie hoisted herself up onto the red gable roof.

she stumbled into a sitting position with her arms draped over her knees, clutching them and looking out into the distance. her face would crumble soon after. charlie kept her head down to cry–the hood of her absent brother’s sweatshirt pulled over her wet hair. no one could hear her cry over the rushing waters anyways. where could they have gone? she could’ve sworn she’d seen them both home the night before. maybe drew had gone out, but he usually arrived early in the morning to pass out in bed just like she did after staying up all night. maybe if she didn’t sleep so late every night, she would’ve seen such a thing coming. it still didn’t explain both her brother and dad being gone without even telling her.

charlie sniffled to herself. maybe i could go to the chalamet building.. but she had no way of contacting neither ashley or oli. and by the looks of it, ashley’s apartment had to have gotten flooded out being on the bottom floor. dustin and oli both lived on higher floors though..

the sight of the water crashing into the chalamet building still made her shudder. she didn’t know if she could do it. or if anyone in the area was even there still. her mind raced with the thoughts of her whole neighborhood being evacuated except for her. clutching the fabric on her knees, charlie stayed frozen in fear and uncertainty. come on charlie.. you have to do something!!

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Gao · Jul 31, 2022

RODEO-RAT

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mood
???

location
Outside Ren's home.

Interactions
doedeer + dear.szmm + erzulie

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It appeared Ren made a habit of befriending strange people. Joplin’s very own freakshow collector.

To be ~~jumped~~ met with a mosaic of excited unrest, black hair spliced short and adorned in tacky yet charming accessories, even a slushy-fixated Rat was taken by surprise, if only for a moment. Eyed up and down like a specimen from behind heart-glasses commenced a fateful encounter of two oddities, not intrusive at all for an attention-loving blonde.

And in assistance of the pixie’s curiosity, he did a slow 360 turn.

“Never told me you knew Alice from Twilight.” He awed to Ren with a discretion level of zero. “And…” A diabolic grin turned towards Stella, all shark-teeth and promise of soon-to-be impudence, “Simba!” Fitting for a mane so wild. “Sorry ‘bouts your dad. Hakuna Matata, ya.”

Curious Jane, as now introduced through excited vigour, unearthed a question he was no stranger to. A good-natured jest at Ren’s company, settling the foundation for the blonde’s behaviour.

“Well, Jolly Janice,” he didn’t hesitate for a second. “Me and Renaldo are engaged, yes we be. Cousins by God, lovers by choice. Yada yada, the rest is history.” He’d suffer the consequences for this another time. Probably in the form of burnt-orange violence.

“And I, the groom?” A theatrical hand flourished into a steep bow, “am dearest Rat!”

SKIP TWO: 18TH OF JULY, 2013.

He pissed people off for fun, nothing proved more fearless than that.

Outside of canine companions, Rat could pride himself on harbouring a steel ravine of endless nerves. A supine citadel cemented and built on paper-sheave bones, adhered to opaque opal through a youth of spitting ink and phlegm. Nothing particularly bothered him, as nothing proved to be particularly important to care enough about. Injected remedy and sedative of abstract perspective alike, a horrible and equally valuable trait now unable to be scraped clean from cadaver; apathy was a flavor of murder.

But this? Water pooling at his ankles and soaking charcoal denim against calves like heavy wet skin, this was something to care about. Stygian black flood crowned with vinegar pink in the low-light environment, outside glutted in gloom as a storm cleaved apart the sky.

Caught and held to the crucifix of the hurricane’s mercy, a frazzled edge had been flayed loose in its wake; stray seam of Rat’s nerves found and pulled taut. Balancing on a bladed pendulum of sealing shut or snapping undone, work like this was built upon wet sand, soft and easy in crumbling to grains under misplaced weight.

Olive iris distracted by the flow of steady water pressing against bags of soil, he turned his head to chase the razor-sharp hums of a nearby generator.

“This seems bad.” Oskar commented from atop a nearby table, seated with legs criss-crossed to clear the water. Weather had exchanged the oversized jacket and faux hawk for wet fabric and disappointingly flat dregs. “Like, really, really bad. I’m talking super terrible bad, in-debt, never to recover and living on the street type bad.”

A steel warehouse bathed in harsh fuchsia glow, its sour splash of colour against angles of Rat’s face highlighted a pulse twitching in his jaw.

“Uh-huh.” Mild to his brother’s cynicism. “Thank-you Sunshine.”

“No problem.”

After dropping his sibling home with riveting bickering of: “You’re adopted” vs “No, you're adopted”– there was zero debate over whose habitat a certain rodent would scuttle into.

“Yoohooooo!” An open-handed smack smack smack drumming assaulted the door. “House-cleaning!”

It was not house-cleaning.

Coated in rain, half-drowned and annoying as ever: a pest problem.

“Poor chilly Ratatouille,” lamented the blonde, lazing against the wall as he awaited entry. “Brought a gift for Renaldo all this way, yes he did.” A little bribery never hurt anyone. Once again, full of empty promise in luring the spitfire to tolerating his company.

“Such a wonderful gift it be,” Rat sighed, “so very..." how the air freighted with suspense, "expensive.”

Descended from salt, a god with sea-rot skin.

This is poor magic for resurrection.

#let me in # LET ME INNN #SPSPSPS #HEEEYH #IM COLD

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weldherwings · Aug 1, 2022

joshua jones

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Mood hahahahhahahahhaahhahah im internally dying.

Location Joplin Assembly Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses

tag

Abby - floralmoon
Max - Chimney Swift

outfit

He didn’t actually think she would come.

But there she was. Drenched like a wet rat but with a grin that radiated such warmth. Max had just thanked him for his offer of a warm beverage when Abby snaked her way through the small crowd gathering near the front door and towards them. It seemed that she knew Max, offering him up a greeting. She then turned to Joshua, flashing him a radiant smile that made his heart just beat that little bit quicker. Was it warm in here?

“I didn’t think you’d make it” Joshua responded, startled slightly. It took him a hot second to also realise that he was also still signing as he spoke to the girl who was very clearly able to hear him. Ah, good on ya. Make more of an idiot of yourself, why don’t you. She mentioned about her appearance which brought Joshua’s eyes to not so much linger, but to observe the said appearance briefly. Her bare shoulders were enough to make him shiver at the sight for more than one reason. A quick glimpse over Abigail’s shoulder was enough to confirm one of those thoughts flying around in his head currently; too much skin. But how could he say that without sounding so… churchy?

“I was just about to get Max a hot drink but I’ll uh…” he paused, trying to think of his movements and how he could help her in her current… situation. “I think we have some towels you can both borrow. Just… uhmm… Wait here. I’ll be back” He turned to Max before signing – rather poorly, forgetting half of the signs for the words he was trying to convey. “I will be right back. Just looking for some towels”

Joshua turned his heel and made way towards the back rooms where all the supplies were kept. Meanwhile, Mary Jones made it her mission to make sure their guests were happy and comfortable despite the beating the weather had given them outside. Her brows raised in delight as Max asked her what this place actually was, and if they came here often. “This is our Kingdom Hall,” she explained to him, signing as if she had spent the last six months leading up to this moment (well, she had, really). “My dad is an elder here, so our whole family attends. It’s a Bible Study night, so we have a lot of different families coming.”

Mary paused for a moment, her eyes flickering over to Abigail as if it was the first time she had seen her there. She was… well… gorgeous. “I’m Mary, by the way,” she said, reaching over with an extended arm to give the other girl a firm shake. “Joshua’s sister. You ah… you know my brother from… school? I’m guessing?” She was so tempted to make note that it was amazing Joshua had managed to convince anyone to come to their Bible Study, let alone a girl. After all, Joshua had always been the quiet one of the family. Never really achieving that much, and never really wanting to stand out.

Speaking of Joshua…

He returned once more with multiple items; two towels and a zip up jacket. Joshua handed each of them a towel each before turning to Abigail with the jacket. “I uh… I thought you’d be cold” he said as he unzipped the jacket and held it out to show her “It’s clean.” He quickly added on, awkwardly. After all, it nothing but a plain, black jacket that Joshua had accidentally left behind the other day while at the Kingdom Hall. What a blessing his forgetfulness was being right now. For now, he stood there, praying and internally drowning in fear of what the other older witnesses were thinking as they gazed over at them. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to feel like they didn’t feel welcomed. But, for some odd reason, these older witnesses weren’t afraid to make the newcomers just that little bit uncomfortable.

“The kitchen is just heating up the urn,” he informed the group “If we want to go over to the café lounge maybe?”

Mary turned to Max, signing to him exactly what Joshua had said; but before the boy could even respond, she took hold of his arm and dragged him over to the said lounge. She was like a child who had just received the doll she had been dreaming of her whole life, hellbent on showing them off to everyone and everything in this world.

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qunqun · Aug 1, 2022

Movement

Hozier

Auguste Cortes

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incoming message!

Mood Party... yey

Location Ren's Apartment

tag

Door opener + Rat

outfit

The neighbors were being incredibly noisy.

That was all that Auguste could think about. The neighbors were being incredibly noisy for what was essentially a really bad storm. They were shouting at each other and panicking about whatever and “Oh my God we need to evacuate”

Well, good luck with that. But he couldn’t afford a car, much less drive one, so it looked like he was stuck here.

Hooray!

In any case, he was a fairly nihilistic fellow, but every now and then. Well, let’s just say that if he died, he died and if he lived, he lived. It wasn’t like there was anything he could do to stop that.

But depressing predeterminism aside, he was at least going out to be social for once. If he was going to die anyways, it might as well be in the company of friends, right? And it was their fault for not evacuating when they could. His conscience was clear. Yeah.

In any case, he was walking with a single guitar case to his friend’s place for a hurricane party.

It was a beaten, old thing. But the contents inside were more precious than any silver or gold - a single guitar. Well-maintained. Auguste’s future livelihood if he played his cards correctly.

It was the only thing that Auguste wanted to be buried with - it was the only thing precious in his mind that he owned.

Anyways, he climbed up the steps of Ren’s apartment and gave two sharp knocks before being let inside with a very awkward wave as he stooped down to fit inside the doorframe.

“Ehm… hi” Another tiny wave… How does one socialize again? That was it, it had been a mistake to socialize, Auguste was going home... Not really. He stepped into the threshold of the apartment which was another very grave mistake.

Eyes locked. Eye contact. Rat. Rat was here.

Get him out.

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qunqun · Aug 1, 2022

Let's Fall in Love

FINNEAS

Graham Byrne

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incoming message!

Mood Dread? Dread. Most likely dread.

Location Jehovah Witness Hall

tag

Max, Josh, Abigail

outfit

So Graham was having a fecking great time now, baby.

Listen, storms? No biggie. He’d eat the storm for breakfast.

But a couple of drips that came from the ceiling and a personal hatred for being along with his thoughts for too long led to him seeking refuge from the storm in a church…

… What?

Oh. Oh so you think that because Graham was a whore, he wasn’t allowed three feet near a place of holy worship? Well, he’ll have you know that he was a very good Catholic boy and went to mass every Sunday like he was supposed to - went to confession and confessed almost every sin he had.

There was one sin that he could never repeat out loud to the father of the church.

But that was neither here nor there. With the wind howling in his ears the screams of long ago, Graham slammed a fist against the door to the hall.

“Oi! Sanctuary!” He shouted as the wind all but drowned out his voice. He was getting soaked. The shirt he’d thrown on becoming see-through, not good for ~~pretending to be~~ being a good Catholic boy.. His hair messed up by the wind as it howled around him his failures...

… Did you know that there are four planets in our solar system called the Gas Giants? It’s because they’re mostly made of gasses. They include Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune-

The door creaked open like the gates of heaven calling him in as he stumbled inside. Soaking wet and with a bright grin on his face. A small gold cross hanging off his neck just to prove that he was indeed a child of the Lord.

“Thank you.” A winning smile. He was dripping, but standing like this was the most natural state for him in the world. Removed his practically useless shirt with it. A quick glance around at all the people assembled. “You wouldn’t happen to have a towel now, would you?”

Another glance around. This was a strange place, he wasn’t sure if it was his actual usual church or not… It didn’t look like it, but maybe it was just different outside the Sunday morning different lighting. Maybe.

A banner up that screamed at him Jehovah Witnesses sent him immediately into fight or flight mode. If he could be seen straightening out his posture a bit, going rigid for just a second, the permanent fixture of a stupid grin faltering for just a moment with the grave realization that he’d made an intense lapse of judgement and gotten turned around during the storm… No you didn’t, he’s fine. This was fine. Everything was in control and fine.

The stupid grin and swagger came back immediately like the mask hadn’t slipped for just a flash of a second. He was handed a towel, gave the girl who’d handed him one a little wink “Thanks, love.”

And then dried off, wrapping the towel around his neck when he was done.

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erzulie · Aug 1, 2022

mood

chill

location

her apartment

outfit

here

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Kenzie opened her eyes and looked around her room, a faint smile on her face as she sat up and stretched. It was nice waking up without a hangover for once, however she knew that would not be the case tomorrow as she was planning on partying very hard tonight. Well, she thought, if you don't actually sleep then you don't get a hangover. Smirking at her own idea, Kenzie got out of bed, throwing on her dressing gown and slippers before making her way downstairs and into the kitchen.

Kenzie leaned against the counter as she boiled the kettle and took out her phone, scrolling through her contacts as she thought about who might be coming to the party later. Once the kettle boiled, Kenzie made herself a coffee and brought it into the sitting room where James was sitting watching tv. The siblings talked for a bit before Kenzie's attention was drawn back to her phone and James focused again on the show he was watching.

Kenzie was scrolling through her notifications when a news article caught her interest, raising an eyebrow Kenzie clicked into the site and read the short piece before rolling her eyes "See what Charles did now?" she asked loudly, a smirk growing on her face as she showed the phone to both James and Emily. Emily tried to argue that it mightn't be Charles but was quickly shut down by an amused James. Kenzie smirked at James comment and gave a shrug "It makes sense and I wouldn't put this past him" Kenzie laughed as Emily left the room. Kenzie turned her attention back to her phone and sent a message to Mateo, DJ and Drew to see if they were coming to the party tonight. She couldn't even remember the last time she saw both Mateo and DJ. Kenzie saw Emily place the cup down in front of her before her face was grabbed to the side, her sister examining the healing wound. She placed her phone down allowing her sister to examine it before she gently let go. Kenzie remembered getting the wound alright, falling on a rock trying not to be killed by a bottle-rocket but she didn't really remember that much afterwards. She remembered being told she should go to the hospital but she refused to leave the party and so once the pain began to kick in Kenzie got as messed up as possible so to ignore it. It was for that reason that Kenzie got home very drunk and very high and in the worst possible scenario whereby both her siblings were awake and in the sitting room, thankfully for Kenzie they were more concerned about her injury than the intoxicated state she was in. She had been forced to the Hospital to get the wound cleaned and tended to and thankfully only ended up needing dissolvable butterfly stitches and a plaster for a week. The scar, was starting to clear up nicely and Kenzie just hoped that it would one day completely disappear. Kenzie was brought back to the room as Emily asked them what the plans were for today. James and Emily both didn't have set plans but Kenzie was sure they would be out of the house, she did get her party attitude from somewhere after all.

After a warning to be careful and to not get an infected cut again, Kenzie excused herself and made her way up to her room to get ready for the party. Sitting down on the floor beside her mirror, Kenzie grabbed her makeup bag and began to apply the bare minimum of makeup she tended to wear, a light coating of foundation, a light smokey eye followed by heavy eyeliner and mascara and a red lipstick. She checked her face again staring into the mirror to confirm to herself that her scar was covered to the best of her ability before sitting back against her bed and taking out her phone again. She smiled to herself as Mateo confirmed her was coming to the party but a slight frown played on her lips as DJ said no. She raised an eyebrow and bit her lip in thought before replying to them both. After a few texts back and forth, Kenzie smiled as DJ changed his mind and confirmed he would be in attendance. For a slight second Kenzie thought about Drew and momentarily felt bad that Mateo and DJ were coming and that she had played a hand in convincing her ex boyfriend to go but she quickly brushed off that thought as she sent him a text, a little flirting was harmless fun and anyway she wasn't planning to get with them so she had nothing to feel bad about, beside Drew and DJ were friends, although she wondered if that would change if Drew knew their history. Allowing the thought to fall out of her head, Kenzie reached under her bed and grabbed the half full bottle of vodka underneath, Taking a swig as she stood up and made her way to her wardrobe.

Kenzie heard the front door close and ran to the window, peeking out into the street as she watched both her siblings walking down the street. The wind was really starting to pick up now and she had no doubt that the rain that was forecast was going to hit any moment. Taking another swig of her drink, Kenzie turned to her wardrobe and went through each item before deciding on her red lace dress, black heeled boots, fishnet design tights and her leather jacket to pull the outfit together. She placed on her jewelry before coming to stand in front of the mirror doing a twirl as she checked her outfit a smile spreading its way across her lips as she took in her appearance.

Happy with how she looked, Kenzie grabbed her phone, the bottle of vodka she had been drinking, along with her handbag containing her smokes, lighter and drugs left over from her previous night out. Kenzie made her way to the sitting room and went immediately over to the radio and turned it on, a grin spreading on her lips as S&M by Rihanna began to play through the speaker, bottle in hand Kenzie began to dance around the room singing along as she continued to drink from the vodka. She wasn't sure when people would be arriving but the door had been left unlocked for them to just walk in.

@purplecowdutch @Qwertycakes @Nightmarish

Chimney Swift

doedeer whoever else is coming to the party!

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weldherwings · Aug 2, 2022

teo choi

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Mood Sir Archibald needs nuts - stat!!

Location His apartment.

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Some... stranger? ( Gao )

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The downpour had left him stranded at a bus stop cover for over half an hour. Teo Choi was not a patient person, and with each passing second it was becoming more evident. Bouncing his knee furiously, his hands were placed firmly in his jumper pocket, meeting in between. Wrapped in his fingers was a small little bag filled with… Stuff. It was on a need to know basis, and quite frankly, the only person who needed to know was Teo. His fingers traced the sealed zip lock of the bag, running back and forth. All he wanted to do was get home so he could finally open it and spend the night watching compilation videos on YouTube of dogs pretending to be humans.

And once the half hour had passed, he had decided to hell with it. If he was going to be stuck here, he might as well make some fun out of it. Stealthily (even though there was no one near him to question his motives), Teo took out the little bag filled with an arrangement of pills and carefully cracked open the seal. His finger slid into the bag and pulled out the first pill that it could find. Finally, he shoved it straight into his mouth so quickly and with such force that he almost punched himself in the head.

That’s how he ended up here.

Half walking, half skipping as he ventured in and out between covers. The bottom of his jumper rolled up, carrying something precious as he braved the stormy weather and made his way back to his apartment. It was by some grace of God that he had managed to find his way back home once more. There was always a fifty/fifty chance he was going to end up somewhere completely random like usual. But, alas, he was on a mission. He was not aiming to be at home for himself, but for rather the new little friend that he was now nurturing in his jumper.

Drenched to the bone, Teo stumbled against his apartment door as he pushed in his key to the keyhole and attempted to enter in with grace. Grace… If you wanted to call it that, I suppose. Ah, home sweet home. Teo chucked his keys upon the counter top, allowing the door to swing behind him only to close with a great thud as the wind took it captive. Then… there was a voice. Teo at first thought it was the wind. And then he thought shit, am I really that high. Before coming to the conclusion that his friend was the one speaking. Wide-eyed, he scrabbled to take the creature out from his jumper and held it up with two hands. “Holy shit, you can talk” Teo mused, staring at the… squirrel… in awe.

Well, to Teo it was a squirrel. But to the sober eye, one wouldn’t call it a squirrel. In fact… one would call it a rat. A big, drenched city rat. The animal squeaked, although with very little energy. Teo had found the poor thing swimming in a pool of water thanks to a very large pot hole. “Come on… do it again” Teo cooed at the animal in his hands “Make Daddy proud, pwease?”

It was only when he saw a wooden spoon levitating in the air from the corner of his eye that Teo dragged his attention away from the rodent in his possession. It was either he was incredibly high or there was a ghost in his house. With his mouth agape, almost too stoned and confused with what was happening, it took Teo a brief ten seconds to focus his eyes to find… a long-haired man standing in his kitchen? He was… talking about shrimp? Oh, yum. No, Teo, he cursed at himself Focus.

“Get me a towel, will you?” he said nodding his head towards the tea towel behind the stranger, not even bothering to question why he was even in his apartment to begin with. Truth be told, Teo was beginning to assume that this was just some guy he had met before during his wild nights; someone who had already been to his apartment before and knew their way around. Nothing weird about that, right? “You have any nuts? My little squirrel friend here is hungry and cold. I’m thinking about naming him Sir Archibald. He sort of gives off that vibe, don’t you think?”

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Gao · Aug 3, 2022

RODEO-RAT

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mood
Cheerful!

location
Ren's home.

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erzulie + qunqun + Chimney Swift

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With the door cracked open, it was a pesky chain that divided Rat from scrambling inside. Eyes dropped to the cautionary metal momentarily, only to raise back to Ren in silent will:

Let me in.

“Gift for thee, yes it be.” Hands remained empty, idle in his pockets. “It’s wee ol’ me.” He smiled with a roll from heel to toe. “I’m the gift, ya.” And as all special gifts, special attention was in order.

Like getting whiplash from a towel.

Assaulted in an attack of blue fabric, the earlier demand of “dry off” appeared to be nil; Ren fulfilling the task for him in her standard violent ways. “Pampered Rat!” Crowed the blonde beneath the mayhem scruff, savaged by towel and threat alike. “Mind the soft earsies, ya!”

With a new arrival, new victim, Rat peeked to investigate. Making eye-contact with a neck, higher, there’s the face! Rare, how often Rat encountered those taller than him, and unheard of, how often this inhibited his behaviour.

“Oh?” The blonde hummed, quietly watching the leviathan enter at Ren's behest. With a passing mention of Jodie inside, a glimmer of anarchy bled unbridled chaos into his smile. “These all your other wives?! Two-timer! –”

The door slammed shut.

Rude.

It began as it always did. With a tremor of, “nyehehe”. Cleaving apart peace with its cacophonic tune, blonde hounding into the room on light feet. Having opened and kicked the door shut behind him with no amount of polite manners, shook his entire body like a dog to flick off clinging dregs, he’d gone to float directly for the kitchen before backtracking to stare at the other inhabitants. Olive rimmed pupils roamed, a debrief on the two familiar guests. Untouched cornucopia for Rat; the embodiment of social.

“Johnathan!” He greeted Jodie leering with intent, “and Bigsie Boo!” –then Auguste. “And…” He eyed the parrot, inside of his mouth caught between sharp teeth in contemplation. “A chicken.”

Teetering his way to the couch to wriggle his way on Jodie’s other side, “ay ay, scooch it,” he’d acclimatised comfortably to the new environment. Slumped on the furniture, it only took a short while for Rat to become worse.

“Sooo, friends-till-the-ends,” he shifted slightly, before slowly trying to laze his spine over Jodie’s lap. “Can I just- ya, ya. Ahoy.” Free real-estate. “How’s is Johnny? And,” a pale hand reached over, booping Auguste in the leg, “BigFoot? Grisly beast musta missed sweetie-pie Rat, ya?”

Something else pulled Rat's attention, a string of allure to his sugary-sick palate.

“Renaldo!” A sharp clap-clap sounded for spitfire's attention. “Dinner service, yoohoo? Gots ice-cream?”

Descended from salt, a god with sea-rot skin.

This is poor magic for resurrection.

#hi hi hi #can i just sit right here #thanks #free real-estate #worm mode

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qunqun · Aug 3, 2022

Loverboy

A-Wall

Graham Byrne

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Mood People!!!!!

Location Jehovah Witness Hall

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Max, Josh, Abigail

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Standing half naked in a church probably wasn’t a high point in Graham’s life as a good Catholic boy

Did he feel shame?

Well. No. Graham didn’t mind a bit of voyeurism here and there. But good ol’ fashioned Catholic guilt snuck in every now and then and maybe putting on a bit of a show for everyone wasn’t the best idea that he’d had. And yeah, he knew that he was eye candy, but maybe that wasn’t right for a fecking church of all things.

The bright grin leveled itself towards the brothers. Deep green eyes, completely cleared of higher brain function. Large muscles from working day in and day out doing hard manual labor and then working out. A himbo in his natural habitat of not having a single thought.

“Great to meet you two as well!” A firm clasp of the hand. Strong handshake, something good for business. Also got to show off his massive hands. A turn to the side where another brother was awaiting and another handshake exchanged. “Graham Byrne, it’s good to meet ya.”

Silence as Graham watched the others speak with greetings and offerings for a shirt with a surprising warmth, the feeling that he was actually paying attention to what they were saying. A very thin wire that he walked of being attentive and understanding and also being thick and vacant.

“Don’t worry, lad, I’m rather good at heating things up on my own.” A little wink thrown in for a bit of flavor.He was trying to make the little joke as over the top as possible. A clear definition of him just joking around. “I can do fine without a shirt for the time being.”

There was a glance around at the people assembled as he talked. A bunch of teenagers. Alright, bringing the flirting down to a 4 then. Children? Definitely not ready for his bullshit, that can wait until they hit their twenties, or at least graduated fecking high school.

He could be kind when he wanted. In his own special way.

There were two, though, that seemed to be signing - translating? Oh, one of them was either deaf or mute, then? Alright, he can start signing then. He learned a while back, worked with a deaf guy back in Glasgow. He could do this.

“Lovely place that you’ve got.” He said while signing. He was maybe a bit rusty, a couple of years of not having to sign would do that to you, but he did remember how to sign. “I believe the storm got me a bit mixed up, though, lad. Would you mind telling me where exactly I am?”

He got blank stares in return. Did sign language change since he learned it? Can a language have a complete reworking?

Blink. Blink.

Maybe they were shocked that he had an actual life skill? Or that he did in fact know a second language? He knew how to speak Gaelic as well. Maybe that would be funny to throw out.

… wait, was sign language different based on the country?

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Gao · Aug 3, 2022

I-SPIT-AT-COPS

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I AM ALL OVER THE PLACE.

location
Teo's home!

Interactions
weldherwings

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Thoughts blunted into melting plastic, the fumes stagnating in his brain left much to be desired in terms of coherency. Mellowed by the pull of Nyquil’s twilit undercurrent, the intruder’s words, holy shit you can talk, only added to Ren’s panic. Never had he earned such simple ardour, apprehension built at the weird strangers' amazement.

He blinked. Slow, heavy, confused, a brilliantly delayed idea of acting dumb.

“…No?”

Not that dumb!

But another phrase cooed soft to air sliced apart seas of drowsy complacency, sharpening terror to Ren’s features.

Make Daddy proud, pwease?

What.

Ren stared at the silhouette, head slanted, mouth parted and eyebrows scrunched in judgemental silence. The spoon was held closer, ready to swat if— when Jeffrey Dahmer lunged to indulge skin-flaying fantasies.

What the fuck was happening!

Many murderers were twisted, Ren knew this (he watched TV), but to add depraved foreplay before the inevitable kill? Wrong on so many levels. Anxious eyes chased the stranger’s pivot to now be met face-to-face with the murderer.

And the reveal was scarier than anyone could ever imagine.

Hunched in pixel-grey fabric, jaw slack and ready to tuck flesh behind white-stone teeth, he’d been pinned by onyx eyes, leering feral and malevolent from below tufts of… oh no…

“It’s always the blondes,” whispered beneath petrified breath, “crazy as shit.”

The air rend tense, fleet-footed nerves slipping through fingers like sand as they exchanged a long uncomfortable stare. A stand-off, awaiting the first flinch to be cawed into flashes of red and gnawed down juiceless bones. Hopeless eternity with the carcass craver, drawing shivers from awkward silence as they ogled; danger bred a sickness of paranoia.

Wrong flavours of tension knotted when their voice, his reckoning, reverberated through temples and breached the edges of his thoughts.

Get me a towel, will you?

“To mop up my blood?!” More panicky whispering. He was going to die to a blonde man, the most embarrassing way to go. “Shall I pass the potato peeler too?! You're so sick!–”

He stopped. Stared.

Hello. Spoon lowered. An animal.

Moments of concentration were required to process the sorry creature, yet upon realisation, shoulders slowly surrendered. Distracted and sated by it. Want stirred from the turmoil of his body, a pet, sway of gravity steadied by hands finding the counter, a very nice pet.

“Watcha holding?” Asked soft, interested, painfully obvious with intent. An animal, the thought trawled heavy in the fog of his mind, an animal for me.

That idea was enough to have Ren flitting over to the killer with dangerous ease, swinging around on heel to teeter back for the dish-towel. If perchance the blonde did kill him, then fuck it, we die like men.

With eccentric hues playing behind the shutters of eyelids, he’d become ~~high~~ relaxed enough to run coal-rimmed iris over the drenched rodent without usual calculation— or much thought in general. Albeit vision rippling doubles, soon to be triples, Ren knew enough not to mistake it for a squirrel.

“I like kitty cats.” Yet, not much better.

Formless and smooth like the pulp of his brain, the towel was nudged into Teo’s hand. An afterthought, as an amused snort was almost enough to crumple Ren like a paper bag.

“Archery-Bald is not a real name.” As for his own suggestion, the spoon was raised and pointed at the rat with such earnest conviction one might mistake him for a priest.

“Melon.”

And if there was any need for further clarification:

“Spelled with an M.”

The reminder that he was the real intruder arrived with their question, Ren’s lips forming a guilty ‘o’. By how the blonde had spoken, he gathered this wasn’t their home, either.

Hopefully.

It would be strange if it was.

“No, but someone broke in and ate all the leprechaun cereal. I tried to stop them but they got away.” Some silence, before Ren felt the awful need to fill it. “‘Cause I'm not a violent guy, you know? If there was a robber here I would just let them pass. Even if it wasn't their house I still wouldn't punch them.”

Ren smiled.

Don't be suspicious.

Distract.

“Hi.” Then to top off that entire whirlwind: “Wanna makeout?”

Ancient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet

it blooms in you, a poppy made of ink.

#dont be suspicious #oogogghh are you feeling it now mr krabs

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qunqun · Aug 3, 2022

American Idiot

Green Day

Auguste Cortes

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Mood getawaygetawaygetawaygetawa-

Location Ren's Apartment

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Rat, Ren, Josie

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Rat was touching him.

Icky.

Icky.

Ew.

Get off.

Get off.

Get off.

It’s not that Auguste was particularly against touch as his massive frame gently sank against the plush couch, long limbs folding neatly as he sat. Touch was fine to him - if not something done for the benefits of the other person rather something he actively enjoyed. It was just that it was Rat touching him.

A memory from the past: standing on a street corner trying to earn some extra money and gathering a small crowd of listeners to his music. A bleach-blond drunkard who didn’t have a single whiff of alcohol stumbling to the front and shouting gibberish before a single biohazardous projectile found itself flying at Auguste - just barely missing due to a talent for alertness and fast movements picked up from a history of colorful incidents involving dodging ceramic missiles aimed for his head.

This had been his first impression of Rat.

He was not very happy to have an inevitably repeated experience of being spat at, thank you very much.

But in the meantime, he was being invited to sit and conversed with. Which he obliged with a small dip in his head.

He gave this incredibly awkward smile with too many teeth - a wolf trying to smile and pretend he was a sheep. Sharp and fast movements locating the parrot that apparently was going to start nesting in his hair, a strange light brought into deep set blue - a deep seated rage or a childlike glee, either way a certain kind of light that wasn’t there before. “Ehm. Yeah. Okay- yeah. Okay. That is… that is good.”

That may have sounded like a lie, but to be perfectly frank Auguste smiled on the inside. A bird nesting in his hair? Well that was the little guy’s home now. Can’t move him. Sorry. Occupied.

In short, he was extremely excited to have a lil guy crawling all over him. He likes animals like that, y’know?

And Rat was still touching him.

The smallest jerk of a muscular leg, easily knocking his enemy’s placed hand off in the smallest declaration of petulant dramatics. No touchy touchy.

“Bigsie Boo.” Repeated back at the creature that embodied his name fully. And then a silent stare administered. Get away. Shoo. Go scurry back to your sewer.

“Grisly beast musta missed sweetie pie Rat, yeah?”

“... no, not even the little bit.” Came the similarly quiet comment. He did, in fact, have a little bit of fight in him, after all. Once you got past the… Auguste of it all. And then a turn to Jodie

“What… What kind of parrot is the little gentleman?” He asked, far more interested in the parrot than he was whatever Rat was trying to pull. The intense burning was back in his gaze. Intensity entering where resignation had once laid.

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floralmoon · Aug 3, 2022

abigail hargreaves

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Mood DO NOT STARE!!!

Location Joplin Assembly Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses

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Mary - weldherwings Max - Chimney Swift Graham - qunqun

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Shaking the man who had appeared out of nowhere's hand, she discover that his name was Matthew. There wasn't much time for Joshua to answer Abigail's question before being pulled away by his older brother to go greet the people who had just entered the building. She couldn't protest him leaving her, so she followed Mary and Max towards the café, assuming that Joshua would know where to find her at. Once she found the two younger teens, she continued signing with them, speaking simultaneously for her own sake, as if she was translating to hands what was needed to be said.

That was when an older ginger man walks towards them, wearing a towel around his neck, with no shirt. Abigail's cheeks immediately began to flush as he got closer, she was in a church, he was in a church, where was his clothes?? Even she still kept on her original clothes even though they were soaking wet. It didn't take long for the man to try and strike up a conversation with the group, he began signing, but she couldn't understand a single word his hands were conveying, thankfully he was speaking as well. He must've been using a different dialect than ASL because even the girl who was still learning couldn't figure out anything he was saying.

I... You're in the Jehovah's Witness Assembly Hall, I think most of us ended up here during the storm." Abigail spoke in a soft tone, still trying to figure out what he was signing and where his damn shirt was, seriously, where was his shirt?! She took a deep breath, trying to calm down at the sight of this man's sculpted figure, "It is so sacrilegious of you to be GAWKING at this man, what the hell Abs- NO, NO ABS! ABBY!" Looking back at the man, she stuck her hand out, which wasn't typical, but everyone else had been doing it. "I'm Abigail, this is Max," she pointed at the boy across from her, "and this is Mary."

Assuming the introduction went well, she moved on to her last two questions, which wasn't something she was ashamed to ask, she was bold some times and this situation was no exception. "If you need this jacket, you can use it. Did you lose your shirt in the storm or something?" Abigail giggled at her own question, knowing good and well that he possibly either took it off or even just showed up without one on, but she wasn't one to judge, with the shirt she had on at the moment, she might as well had come into the church shirtless as well. "And just so you know, we're using ASL, and we have absolutely no clue what you're saying."

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Chimney Swift · Aug 3, 2022

Max

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home (filler tab)
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awkward

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click

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Kingdom Hall

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Mary, Josh, Abby, Graham

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weldherwings floralmoon qunqun

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Max watched as the others in the room went around and introduced themselves, thinking to himself that it would probably be best if he went last. So, waiting, he tried to memorize the new faces and the names as they were interpreted back at him. Matthew, the newest arrival in the room, was Joshua’s older brother. Max was still mentally attacking himself trying not to look at Joshua’s pants, and now there were more Joshes in the room, on top of the very conspicuously shirtless giant man.

When it came his time to introduce himself to the Bible Study troupe, it seemed that Shirtless Man had some proficiency in sign language.
…The wrong sign language.

The man’s words looked too confident and specific to be just made-up. He was saying something, but Max was unable to catch a single word.
Am I going crazy?

Max blinked, first thinking that he was just nervous and not seeing straight (or seeing “straight” either, because of the… well, moving on), but the words just wouldn’t connect in his brain to make sense and there was no way in hell he’d be brave enough to ask him “what the hell did you just say?” No. No, he couldn’t do that.

ASL and BSL were about as different as English and Swahili. They shared almost no words in common; they didn’t even share the same alphabet. And since Max had no reason to assume that this man was from another country, to him it just felt like he suddenly lacked the ability to understand his own language.
Almost like…
Am I having a stroke?!

Suddenly feeling lightheaded, Max grabbed the arm of the nearest couch and sat himself down, trying to play it cool even though he was shivering and turning green. He turned to Mary, who he’d suddenly found himself next to, and gave her a shaky

"I'm fine,"

even though that was so clearly not the case that it was stupid to lie about it.

The awkward stillness in the room indicated it was Max’s turn to introduce himself and justify his presence in the group. And of course, his luck being what it was, he’d been zoning out for several seconds now and had no idea where to start.

"Uh... hey. I'm Max."

he started tentatively, speaking his words along with his native signing. Which he hated to do, but wanted to do his best to accommodate the fact that he was yet again, as far as he could tell, the only deaf person in the room.

Not being able to hear himself at all, it had taken Max 9 years in speech therapy to be as good at this as he was, and he still got made fun of regularly for sounding weird: too quiet, too loud, too slow, too high-pitched, muddled consonants… the nitpicking seemed endless. If Max weren’t such a self-loathing people pleaser, he’d stick up for himself and his communication preferences.

"I've never been here before."

He shrugged apologetically.

"But, uh... it's nice to meet you all."

He offered a weak handshake to Matthew, Josh, and finally Graham, making forced eye contact with Josh to keep his eyes away from the assets, and almost flinching as his hand met the giant’s as if his shirtless radiance was somehow burning Max’s skin. He was pretty sure he was making a fool of himself already. Typical Max.

Maybe it would’ve been better to just sit out in the hurricane a little while.

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weldherwings · Aug 4, 2022

teo choi

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incoming message!

Mood kissy wissy time? yeah why not

Location His apartment.

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Some... stranger? ( Gao )

outfit

Grasping onto the tea towel offered up, Teo gave a nod of thanks to the… stranger? Was he really a stranger, though? Something about this person before him tugged on the strands of memories in the back of his cranium. Had he seen him before lurking the dark corridors at night, tickled by the street lights and neon signs of the nearby bars? Or maybe it had been in the solitude of the movie cinemas, wrapped and enveloped in the darkness and only illuminated by the light of the flashing movie projecting before them. Regardless of his location, the murkiness of the apartment and the flickering of lightning shining through the windows brought a sense of familiarity to this man before him.

Teo began to wrap the poor creature with the tea towel, praying it would bring some sort of comfort to its aching and cold-ridden body. All his attention was placed on this living thing in his hands that he almost received whiplash from looking at Archibald to the stranger before him. Isn’t a real name?!, Teo mentally scoffed. Of course, it was a real name! There was that cartoon character named Archibald - that koala! Had this man have no class? No culture? Teo was ready to fight for the name and its rights until the man with the glorious long locks suggested a new name.

Melon. Spelled with an M

Mouth agape and eyes wide, Teo stared for a good solid moment, as if this person before him was absolutely and utterly insane. “Melon… Spelled with an M?” Teo repeated, ensuring he had said it correctly (like it was some sort of foreign name). He paused for a moment longer, suspense filling the room and lingering. And then, he spoke. His grin widened, and his face radiated great joy. “I love it!” he said with absolute ecstasy and glee. He was a child once more, discovering what Santa had brought him on Christmas morning. He held up the animal, bringing it’s face to turn to his “You like that name, hey? Lil Melon?”

The moments of sunshine happiness was over within seconds as it was now announced that someone broke in and… ate all the leprechaun cereal. Teo eyes, once more, widened in surprise. “Oh shit,” he exhaled, looking over to the kitchen where the said cereal was kept. “Ah fuck. That’s my favourite cereal… Fuck, did I forget to lock the door again?” He turned to look at the door he had struggled to get through only moments prior. “Well, shit,” he slurred, looking back at the man “Nah, man. It’s not worth chasing or fighting robbers, hey. I’d rather them take stuff than fuck up someone’s face, you know?”

Remember that whiplash we mentioned before? Well, not only was Teo feeling the physical effects of it, but it was now seeping into his brain as this whole conversation took a full one-eighty turn. Did he just say… make out? Sober Teo would’ve stopped the man right there and would’ve asked him to leave. He would frown and curse at the man for even insinuating that Teo would even like something like that. Sober Teo also probably wouldn’t have caught a rat, thinking it was an injured squirrel, and then talk so casually to a complete stranger in his apartment. But Sober Teo wasn’t here today. Sober Teo was long gone. And so, he pressed his lips together, considering the offer greatly. “Mmmhm,” he began, outweighing the pros and cons in his head, ticking back and forth. Do you think his brain had enough power to consider any cons? “Yeah, alright. Why not, hey?”

I’m sorry, what.

“You did try to stop the robber after all. And you gave Melon his cool name. So, yeah, cool. I’m down. Let’s just get Melon a box first then, hey? So he can have a quick snooze and warm up”

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weldherwings · Aug 4, 2022

joshua jones

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Mood Am... am I going to hell?

Location Joplin Assembly Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses

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Max - Chimney Swift
Abby - floralmoon
Graham - qunqun

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“Go look after Mary. I’m getting Aaron”

The seriousness in his brother’s voice caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand as he pulled him to the side of the group. There had only been a couple of events in their life where he had heard him speak with such seriousness. Once, when Joshua was seven years old, the next-door neighbour had stolen his ball, which he had accidentally kicked over to their lawn. The eight-year-old neighbour never did it ever again after that. The other time was at the shopping centre when he was in his early teens, collecting some items with him; Matthew approached a gentleman who was placing items underneath his jacket and spoke to him with such a cooling, serious tone that the man put the items back onto the shelf and ran out of the store. While this Graham didn’t seem like such a threat to begin with, the tone of his brother’s voice brought a new sense of anxiety to riddle his body. Just why was Matthew speaking like this? Was this fire-haired man a criminal, running from the law? Whatever the reason, Matthew wasn’t sticking around to explain, leaving Joshua’s side with a desperation to find their other brother.

Closing the distance between the two parties, Joshua approached with a sense of cautiousness. He heard the offer of his jacket to the giant man; his eyes widened for a split second. That jacket wasn’t one of the jackets from the collection they had saved for the needy and homeless. It was his jacket. It belonged to him. Honestly, he could’ve given any jacket to Abigail, but for some stupid reason, he had told himself it had to be his. He wasn’t sure why, and he was incredibly annoyed about it. If she took it home, she could always give it to him the next day at school. If this beefy man took it home, well… it was bye-bye jacket. What would Jehovah do flooded his brain like clockwork. Jehovah would let the man take the jacket. He obviously needs it more. A defeated exhale left Joshua’s body, facing the unfortunate facts.

The sound of a bell ringing echoed throughout the corridor, reverberating off the tiles and hitting the ceiling. Five-minute warning Joshua mentally prepared himself. He turned to the others around him before realising that this was their first time coming to their Kingdom Hall. “Oh, ah, that was our five-minute warning bell” he informed the group, signing along as he spoke. “Five minutes until… study starts” He had to stop himself; commonly, he would’ve just kept on explaining. That the five-minute warning was so people could go in and get the best seats or wrap up whatever they were talking about with people. The perfect time for a quick toilet break and to turn off their mobile phones. But, for obvious reasons, Joshua felt like extending the explanation would most likely fall on deaf ears - no pun intended.d

“Will you be joining us, Graham?” Mary asked, her eyes gleaming with joy and awe as she looked at the muscular man.

Mary

A light switch went off in Joshua’s brain. This was what his brother had asked him to look out for. Mary, the boy crazy teenager, was gawking at the shirtless man. He had to get her away from this… man... before she… He wasn’t sure what she would do, but he knew that he would be the one getting in trouble for it. “Marymumwantstotalktoyou” The word vomit fell from Josh’s mouth in such an un-Josh-like volume and manner. It fell from his mouth like a berserk missile falling upon its target. Mary’s eyes widened in surprise to have heard her brother speak in such a manner, especially that loudly.

“Huh?” she asked, confused

“Mum… she…” he paused, his voice returning to its usual tone, volume and well… Joshness. He could feel his face burning up, obviously embarrassed for the flow of words that came out in such a chaotic manner prior. “Mum said she wanted to talk to you”

“Oh,” Mary responded, her words sprinkled with a form of sadness as she rose from her seat. “Okay… I guess I’ll see you all in there?”

Hot damn, it had worked.
Lying had worked.
Lying had worked.
Oh… Oh no.

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Gao · Aug 4, 2022

I-SPIT-AT-COPS

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KEEPING IT TOGETHER UR HONOR.

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Air murmured with storm dragged sea salt to settle into the fissures of Joplin city. To be reclaimed by ungovernable force and pool in man-made edifices was a flavour of atonement; infancy beginnings, effacing a year of history for ill-omened return.

Against the faded light and clouded windows of the room, Ren had only just sunk nails into the thought: maybe the murderer wasn’t too bad. Whilst only able to decipher face-value presentation, it didn’t appear like a man resigned to suffering or cruelty. Cradling the rat… cat? —with tender hands and treacle voice. Honey to wine, a concoction alchemized both bitter and sweet.

The sweet, a crown jewel of sorts. Features dashed with ice hair that splayed wet, bleached like sun-hot bones. Perchance something sacred, molten moonlight poured into a cast of mortal permanence.

The bitter, jarring divide between casual words and desolate ogling. Mouth agape as if to gnash bones into powder in the time it took snowflakes to melt. Eyes shallow as tissue, blotted ink-black and promise of eternal ouroboros. Akin to gold leaf exposed to water, Ren’s nerves flaked at the briefest of these intimidating stares. Gnarled and ivy-thick discomfort, there was painful regret in sharing the suggestion.

They didn’t like Melon!

“Or not!” Fretting returned, fear of being sliced and diced. “Stupid name, ignore me. Archer-Bold-Man-Guy is great.”

Silence stretched heavy and queasy, an infected gash of stifled words that festered and thickened to curdle in their lingering eyes. Scarily vacant, a head empty ready to be filled with malevolent thoughts. Harboured in the deepest, most sunless wells of his Nyquil-drunk soul, Ren knew for a fact:

This guy was fucking spooky.

Spoon to pudding, tension cracked apart at Teo’s sudden smile. Dashing prior menacing vision for one of an ephemeral rush. Bathed in delight and claims of loving the name, thank God, the swaddled animal was showered in attention. Ren could only force the brittle carcass of a nervous noise, more of a relieved breath in not being lunged for.

“Melon.” He repeated quietly, swallowed the thick film in his throat. “Yay.”

At this rate he was going to throw-up or enter cardiac arrest.

Maybe both.

Both would be good.

The crux of his crimes, the Lucky Charms, confirmed the horrible fact this was their home. Their cereal, their kitchen, their cat —or at least a form of accommodation they’d wrestled access into. There’d been no secret to its mayhem, scattered with junk and trinkets alike: a squatters dream-house. It was strange, Ren decided as the blonde chased gaze to the kitchen, that they should be more concerned with breakfast foods than the stranger in their midst.

Strange.

Strange and scary.

‘Calm down!’ Screeched the rationale of Ren’s own brain.

‘I can’t!’ Screeched the other. ‘I ate his favourite fucking cereal!’

But of course, not a stranger! Simply a do-gooder passing by, nodding soberly with agreeable hums to “door wide open”. Unable to trust his voice to help spin the web of lies, he’d rely completely on the blonde’s own process of thinking. Which appeared to be hindered, or painfully simple. Either way, the real intruder had no reason to make a fuss.

To hear Teo’s thoughts on robbers, however, was like a stream of daylight. It’s not worth chasing or fighting robbers. Syllable sweet, a serenade of kindness to Ren’s kleptomaniac ears. I’d rather them take stuff.

So generous!

What was Ren made for, if not this? To sear items into the palm of his hands and slip solace into his pockets. A nervous smile, all knife edge and sharp points now mellowed to the supple pull of a drawn bow. Dreamy, smitten.

Stuff.

Lashes draped a veil over his trenchant gaze.

Ren liked stuff.

Ren also liked blurting whatever impulsive thought came to mind, leading the charge on his distract-plan of ‘making-out’.

And to the blonde’s credit, they did not blanch nor flinch— the first warning that this was not the discourse-direction he intended.

Ren’s smile faltered a fraction, rendered thoughtless at their consensus.

Yeah, alright. Why not, hey?

“Huh.” Airy, not entirely rooted to the floor beneath feather-light shoes. For all that surrounded him was a spin of confusion, perhaps he’d heard incorrect. A volley of splinters lashing veins to mist, deer caught in headlights. That never works. And as he waited, side-eyeing, listening for the “sike” to arrive, none did.

They weren’t meant to agree.

He wasn’t expecting to actually get this far.

“Oh.” The air held languorous around them, a yolk of displaced time drooling slow. “Oh okay.”

Something about a box and Melon, not that Ren was very present.

There were some moments throughout life he never quite knew what to do with himself. The entirety of Highschool, every job he’d proved underqualified for, every crowd he'd nudge his way through with a malaise of tension buried deep. The drag of time proved playing up traits got what he wanted: Make people see him as something else, something certain and imposing. Overpower a room through threat, flirt, a brash mix of the two, even if he had to crawl broken bone and bloodless for it.

Foolish? Bored? Insane? Ren could see no other reason for the blonde entertaining his behaviour.

“I did try to stop a robber,” he endorsed smugly, hand finding a lock of hair to twirl mindlessly. “They were Russian. Beefy. Had a gun, too. A big one.” One of life’s simple weapons: lying. “I’m very brave, you know?”

Ren was scared of his own shadow, but yes, brave.

"Hey Toots," Iris drawn towards Teo for an update on the box-hunt, a new question surfaced. "Where'd you get Melon? You can be honest, I won't even snitch if you stole him."

Ancient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet

it blooms in you, a poppy made of ink.

#are u a murderer #be honest #melon #how did this happen #what

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